Please wake up, kill the unwise sunrise |Hands are dark, building insides on slides | Save some blood | Make a son | You don't have to be a slave to the enemy ones | All you are is bait for anxious stuttering clones | You're a lot like the old guy, same size | But you formed in peroxide, alongside mice | Now your hollow soul cries... | Everything I am is just a mirror of another one Everything is dead, it's just reflections of forgotten song | I don't want this life, I never asked to be your spin-off son | Everything I am is wrong | You don't have to be a slave to the enemy ones | All you are is bait for anxious stuttering clones | When the world is vacant 'cept for the duplicate ones | What will be our fate in a world full of echoing puns?